Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

"Truth lies in the range of the cannon! Dignity lies on the edge of the sword!"

"Truth lies in the range of the cannon! Dignity lies on the edge of the sword!"

"Truth lies in the range of the cannon! Dignity lies on the edge of the sword!"

Meanwhile, inside the cooperative building,

The soldiers of the Flatnesson Youth Corps were gathered on the second floor, around their commander, Captain Miller, chanting their company's slogan over and over again, never getting tired of it.

This "cool" sounding statement seems to have been first proposed by a Prussian expansionist. Its powerful and domineering wording is more likely to attract the attention of these crazy young people.

At this moment, their faces were red - this was caused by lack of oxygen; everyone's eyes were wide open, and they wanted to use their eyelids to pinch their damn eyeballs to burst; they gnashed their teeth, and there was some greasy canned meat residue stuck in their teeth...

It was as if the air before them was the enemy who murdered their father.

These people can rush forward at any time after the slogan is finished...

A fight to the death with the air!!!

...

"Okay! Stop!"

Seeing that the soldiers had similar expressions, Captain Miller waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop and rest.

Hey, we're at war. Is there any point in wasting precious rest time on yelling like this?

Yes! (For the Federation)

This was a group activity called the "Three Minutes Hate".

Its practical process is roughly like this:

In the first minute, everyone is gathered together - the host announces the target of hatred for the day, takes out photos and describes the despicable deeds of (his/her/it);

In the second minute, the participants stare at the photo of the day fiercely, insult (him/her/it), spit on it, etc.;

In the 3rd minute, everyone praises the great glory of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief and shouts the positive slogans of their own teams several times, and the activity is over.

Huh? Yes, that's right...

“It” – sometimes becomes a target of hatred.

I remember that in 2059, the Federation Commander was scratched twice by his pet cat. As a result, the cat became the target of hatred throughout the Federation. People accused it of being a spy sent by the Allies, and they were so angry that they didn't sleep well for a week.

...

Today, the target of hatred of these young federal soldiers is a scholar from the Dragon Country named Zhang San.

A few hours ago, Zhang San condemned the federal army's use of "Agent Orange" during the war on an international forum program. He said: This is anti-human and inhumane...

It would be better if you didn't say this. Once you say it, the young soldiers of the federation will be very angry!

For them:

What are "human rights", what are "weapons of mass destruction", what is "civilization" - these should be defined by their federation, and other countries only need to "civilize" themselves according to these standards.

They feel proud and relieved about the "hooligan" behavior of their motherland.

But now, his strength has suddenly been surpassed by others.

The Dragons even like to turn the tables, using the Federation's old rhetoric to criticize and educate the Federation. How can they tolerate this?

Therefore, the Chinese people became the regular guests of their "Three Minutes of Hate", and they would be scolded across the Pacific Ocean every other day.

...

"Great, guys are in high spirits!"

Captain Miller, a curly-haired young man about 25 or 26 years old, nodded with satisfaction. He is the host of today's "Three Minutes Hate" event.

Looking at the team leaders around him, he said:

"Now, let's have a tactical meeting! We have several fire points that need to be re-deployed."

Afterwards, they all pointed and talked together on the second floor, arranging some more sinister tactics...

Although Captain Miller looks young, he has solid military command skills.

He had long since determined the Red Army's motorized infantry battalion's tactical intention: to build a defensive position around the cooperative building. So he adopted the most uncomfortable tactic for the attackers - to shrink the troops and occupy the cooperative building without going out to meet the enemy.

As a result, the Red Army's tanks and armored vehicles could no longer play a role. They could only bite the bullet and enter the building to engage in a light infantry duel with the defenders.

Miller knew that the offense would not leave him alone in the building.

As the saying goes, "Stand high and see far" - if you don't care about me, I will lead the artillery fire from the rooftop! Do you dare to let the large troops that follow into the city be destroyed by our artillery when they enter the city? Or do you want to cooperate with the 55th Division to complete the encirclement of the city with only this motorized infantry battalion?

Just like that, Miller looked at the corpses in the hall on the first floor and sneered...

"Heh, if you don't want to die with the old alliance, why are you still staying in this world?"

He casually leaned on the patio railing on the second floor, lowered his head, and spat a few times at the corpse downstairs.

Subsequently,

Suddenly, I felt the tile floor beneath my feet trembling faintly...

Um?what's the situation?

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"Captain!" An observer on the third floor turned back and shouted to him, "The enemy's BTR wheeled armored vehicles are approaching us at full speed! No less than 10!"

"what?"

Wow——! !

Before Captain Miller could digest this information, a sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out from downstairs...

When he looked down, he was immediately stunned:

——Somehow, two enemy BTR-80s broke through the glass door and rushed in!

Rushed into the reception hall on the first floor!

After they entered the skylight, they fired all the smoke bombs on the machine gun tower. For a moment, thick smoke filled the surrounding area...

"Tsk, what the hell, are you trying to use this method to transport infantry into the building?"

Miller frowned, then shouted into the intercom: "Anti-tank soldiers, destroy the vehicle! Everyone else, throw grenades at both sides of the vehicle!"

"Hooah!"

The young federal soldiers responded quickly and took action almost the moment the order was conveyed.

With a whoosh, a cloud of white smoke came out from a corridor on the third floor. Then, a small black dot flew down quickly. It hit the rear of the BTR hard, causing its engine to emit black smoke...

But this attack only made it incapable of movement. The BTR-80 uses diesel fuel and will not burn so easily.

So the two vehicles raised their machine guns in the smoke and aimed at Captain Miller...

"Wow!"

The latter panicked and retracted his head to a safe area. Then he heard two "whoosh" sounds and saw two small black dots flying down from the third floor.

This time, they finally hit the target...two armor-piercing shells hit the machine gun turrets of the two BTRs.

The ammunition compartment of one of the vehicles had been ignited by the metal jet, and a dazzling flame burst out from the inside; while the other vehicle was also motionless...

“Ha, ha, ha…, f**k!”

After walking in front of the gate of hell, Miller finally climbed up trembling.

Looking at the two vehicles in the hall downstairs that had lost their ability to resist,

He seemed to have regained his pitiful dignity.

He climbed back onto the railing with pride and anger, and yelled downstairs:

"Fuck you assholes! This is barbecue! Get out!"

Boom boom boom—!

Before he could finish his curse words, several heavy engine roars came from outside the building.

This sound seemed to foreshadow that Miller and the young federal soldiers under his command... were about to die!

This is indeed the case.

Looking down, I saw the Red Army's armored vehicles rushing into the hall one after another, with a driver who was ready to die sitting in each vehicle.

Their task was simple: stop the vehicle at the designated location, turn off the engine, get into the machine gun tower and shoot at the enemy.

The mortality rate is over 50%...

But they did it anyway.

These pilots thought: If Akstan, the last heir of the old alliance, was destroyed, how could they prove the correctness of their ideals in the future? Wouldn't it be destroyed in the long river of history?

No, this is absolutely not possible!

So... as a member of the organization, if I don't take the lead, who will?

Very simple logic, very difficult decision.

Just like that, they roared and drove into the building.

At the guardrail, Captain Miller forgot about running away...

He was thinking: Were all the Federation's efforts to dismember the old alliance in the last few decades of the last century in vain?

According to common sense, once the "upper level" alliance collapsed, shouldn't the "lower level" minions scatter like birds and beasts? But why are the Akstan people... still as stubborn and dangerous as the old alliance was back then?

He couldn't think of answers to these questions.

Because when he was a teenager, the Federation had repeatedly taught him that "hope" exists in the Supreme Leader and in the "Supreme" organization.

But in Akstan, everyone knows:

"Hope" lies in the proletariat.